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Spending this rainy afternoon preparing for the coming summer by reflecting on the last.<br />
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These photos where taken sitting in the dunes, staring out into the pacific ocean. If I had swum out in a straight line, the first piece of land I would have set foot on would be South America. The slight swell landing on the shore had travelled thousands of kilometers without interruption; without human recognition.<br />
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The weather was moving in from behind me, so as each line of cloud dropped it was as if by surprise. Slowly the horizon swallowed the evening light.<br />
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Watching the elements intertwine like that is one of those ever-lasting activities. The kind that remind you you are but a speck in the history of time. The kind that make you wonder about all the other beings who have marvelled at the edge of the world before you.<br />
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The repeating patterns of the world pulse through you. That horizon, whether it is distinct, as in these images, or seeping into itself, is eternally calming. I am so looking forward to spending some time swimming in it this Summer.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-15951126832866498082014-11-22T11:14:00.000+13:002014-11-22T11:14:07.101+13:00CELLO IN THE CHARRED CHAPEL<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;">German-Korean musician </span><a href="http://www.isangenders.com/vita-eng#homeBox" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2e7cb6; line-height: 21.4015998840332px; outline: none; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Isang Enders</a>' rendition of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;">Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 within the sacred, charred interior of </span><a href="http://www.archdaily.com/106352/bruder-klaus-field-chapel-peter-zumthor/" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2e7cb6; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21.4015998840332px; outline: none; text-decoration: none;">Peter Zumthor’s Bruder Klaus Field Chapel</a><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;"> is one of those moments you can't help but wish was quietly, selfishly your own. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;">It's been a long time since I list picked up a bow and drew it across the strings of my cello. Re-establishing my love for playing that deep, aching instrument has been on my list for quite a while now. But the things that make cellos so human - their size, weight, and equal parts fragility and strength, also make them cumbersome additions to the life of a 25-year old who rents her home and doesn't know where she may move to next.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;">So in the cello-less meantime, p</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 21.4015998840332px;">laying the piano in some of my most revered architectural spaces seems like a bucket list worth pursuing. The trick is just going to be getting myself, and the piano, there. </span></div>
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Paris is, and will likely forever be, my memory trap.<br />
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I think it was that way before I had even been there the first time. But it was our second time, although our first together, which hangs in my mind most often these days.<br />
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After stashing our bags at the hostel mid-morning, we snuck out and wound our way through the tightly cobbled lanes of the Marais. The air was crisp, with a cool blueness settling over the rooflines. I can't seem to remember anyone else being out. In my mind, the streets were impossibly ours.<br />
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Each with a white-specked brioche tucked into a brown paper bags at a quiet boulangerie, we found a place to sit by the canal. The cobbles were warm, and the roughness didn't bother us. Our teenage knees and travel-worn legs dangled. We couldn't help ourselves but to grin.<br />
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We were <i>here</i>.<br />
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Thanks to the <a href="http://aminuteawayfromsnowing.com/paris-travel-guide/">Paris Travel Guide</a> over at <a href="http://aminuteawayfromsnowing.com/">A Minute Away from Snowing</a> for bringing it all flooding back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-89209773743741450942014-10-08T11:28:00.002+13:002014-11-22T09:46:40.433+13:00THE APARTMENT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There is something elusive about spaces which are <i>curated </i>and <i>lived </i>at the same time. We are forever trying to create them, while knowing that in part, they must create themselves. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of course <a href="https://www.theline.com/">The Line</a> manage it, with quintessential ease, in The Apartment: a space for gatherings, launches, and workshops. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just <i>perfect</i>.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.nowness.com/day/2014/9/22/4158/in-residence-ricardo-bofill">In Residence: Ricardo Bofill</a> on <a href="http://www.nowness.com/">Nowness.com</a><br />
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It's a strange thing, seeing photographs you have poured over so many times you are certain you understand their deepest intricacies begin to move before you.<br />
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Yet, Albert Moya has done a beautiful job of transforming the sequence of images - stills, almost stills, and slow pans - into a sense of the quality and sequencing of the space. This short film outdoes the images in ways I could not even have imagined.<br />
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Within the raw shell - those curtains, that lush greenness, the furnishing! Suddenly Bofill's place has a denseness to it - it is full of space and possibility.<br />
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It’s here where I know how to live, here where I know how to work<br />
Where I start to think and project, my life is always made up of projections,<br />
because the profession of architecture leads you to project the future,<br />
so this influences your own mind<br />
My life is always a project moving forward,<br />
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The idea of a space which helps you to understand what it means to march through life as yourself - a space which just <i>fits </i> - that's a fairly wonderful thing to search for.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-57473821287690373162014-09-18T22:08:00.000+12:002014-09-18T22:08:14.492+12:00PRINCESS OF WALES CONSERVATORY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It all comes back. Even the dampness underfoot; even that brings it back. I was in Kew Gardens when I first realised how much everything yearns to grow. I was just twelve, quietly sure-footed in the world. Afterwards we went back to the apartment, and it was raining lightly, and I stood in the bathtub with the white curtain pulled around, ran a shower, and shaved my armpits for the first time.</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-5212970382745540632014-09-09T22:36:00.003+12:002014-09-19T10:44:32.559+12:00MARGARET DRABBLE<div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 25.2000007629395px; text-indent: 27px;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes, in the evenings, I find it hard not to get lost in <a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/">The Paris Review</a> - and even harder to find my way back out of the <a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews">Interviews</a>. There's something about the rich reality of these characters, many of whom have spent years envisaging other characters, which is just so <i>affirming</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This evening, I have been lounging about with <a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/3440/the-art-of-fiction-no-70-margaret-drabble">Margaret Drabble</a>. I can't say that I've ever read one of her novels - although I have quickly added some of her classics to my reading list. Towards the end of the interview, she refers to Freud a few times. She's grappling with events, with how the passing of time relates to who you are, and to where you are. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There's an essay by Freud in which he discusses the uncanny feeling of being both familiar with and utterly surprised by something. I think this is one of the most distressing, but important feelings in life. The feeling that I knew this all along, but I never knew it before. Freud would argue we feel this about sex. The first time we find out what it actually is, we think “how absolutely astonishing and impossible,” but at the same time we know we knew.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm sure death feels a bit like that. In fact I've often had a dream in which I am just about to die and my last words are, “Oh, that was what it was like. I did know really, but now I know for real.” And then I wake up.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Freud takes a harsher view. His view is that they <em>are</em> coincidences and the idea that our need to see them as not being so, like our need to avoid that death really is death, contorts the whole of human life: that the whole of human culture is distorted by our desperate need to avoid the truth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm perpetually tossed between these two interpretations of life. It is a fact that if you have faith of a certain sort, then certain things will happen for you or for those that you love. But this is only in a way like watering a plant. One of the images I like best is the plant in <em>The Waterfall</em> that Jane keeps on watering long after she thinks that it's dead. And then it begins to grow again.</span></blockquote>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-46759096832788751602014-01-21T07:28:00.002+13:002014-09-09T22:44:09.353+12:00TREADMILL<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gerhard Richter, <a href="http://www.gerhard-richter.com/art/paintings/photo_paintings/detail.php?paintid=5663&catID=14&p=1&sp=32">Ruhrtalbrucke</a> (Ruhrtal Bridge)<br />
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<i> who are you going to be when all this clay flowing through you has<br />finally become<br />form, and you catch a glimpse of yourself at daybreak,<br />...what was it you were told to<br />accomplish?</i></blockquote>
- Jorie Graham, <a href="http://www.joriegraham.com/node/238">Treadmill</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">One of my favourite internet past-times is collating lists of <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/sophhamer/-b-o-o-k-s-h-e-l-f-/">books to read</a>. Like all good internet past-times, this one is dangerously time consuming, and I am fairly sure I would get an equal amount of enjoyment out of actually reading some of the books occupying the vast lists. That said, I have just finished marching my way through Salman Rushdie's 'Joseph Anton', so am on the lookout for a new (perhaps slightly shorter) read.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I have many reasons to be thankful to the New York Times for publishing a comprehensive annotated reading list, of their <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/books/review/100-notable-books-of-2013.html?src=dayp&_r=0"> 100 Notable Books of 2013</a>. Because what's the new year for if not to catch up on last year's books.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-51372115221878942712014-01-07T11:10:00.002+13:002014-11-22T09:55:46.504+13:0013 WAYS<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/DllOZioMNl4" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thinking about Catton's extraordinary achievement had me reflecting on my brief but honestly exquisite summer time spent flitting in and out of the International Institute of Modern Letters (IIML) here in Wellington.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Earlier this year documentary film-maker Richard Riddiford released his examination of the community that is the IIML and Victoria University Press (VUP, the publishers of The Luminaries). The strength of the community - and its outputs - are evident in various ways throughout the film. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Particularly poignant is Eleanor Catton’s discussion of her own progression as a writer - analysing herself and the changes which occur to the creative individual during the process of creation. Catton muses on the distance that can exist between who you are when you compose one work, versus who you become during the next.</span><br />
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For a more in-depth review, see<a href="http://vicbooks.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/a-window-into-nz-writing-the-iiml-documentary-13-ways-of-looking-at-a-blackbird/"> here.</a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-58541179227820056972014-01-06T22:28:00.003+13:002014-01-07T10:26:21.414+13:00MORNING RITUAL<iframe frameborder="0" height="315px" src="http://www.nowness.com/media/embedvideo?itemid=3555&issueid=2714" width="500px"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://www.nowness.com/day/2014/1/1/3555/hans-ulrich-obrist--morning-ritual">Hans Ulrich Obrist: Morning Ritual </a> on <a href="http://www.nowness.com/">Nowness.com</a><br />
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Thinking about the new year, and how you want your life to play out. Obrist's <i>rituals</i> is a beautiful way of reconsidering how your everyday routines, which could become mundane, can be sculpted to provide a meaningful, and highly personal, backdrop to your life.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-12059538759681492112013-11-26T11:01:00.001+13:002014-10-08T11:33:10.765+13:00FRUIT & FLOWERS HUNG THICK FALLING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">When Fruit and Flowers Hung Thick Falling</span></i></h4>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent;">- </span><a href="http://poems.com/feature.php?date=16034" style="line-height: 18.1875px; text-transform: uppercase;">KATIE PETERSON</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Never a gardener, she</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">in gardening. The dying</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">make estranging</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">about the disclosure</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Everyone knew</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">cards were, but the marriage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">license proved difficult</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">to locate. Tomato</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and potato vines crawled</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">up different stakes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">in the same barrel,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and she tended</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">plants, the lobelia and alyssum</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">fringing and clinging to</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">the edges, in the sun</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">under a visor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">fuzzy with the terry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">cloth of enough</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">vacations to forget</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">the number, to wear</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">the lettering </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">into half-glyphs insinuating</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">but not stating</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">happiness. She knelt,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">hinged</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">at the waist,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">thrust</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">her hands in dirt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">feeling for roots</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">even when </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">needed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">when fruit and flowers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">hung thick falling.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-32964443736636657322013-11-13T17:32:00.002+13:002014-10-08T11:38:32.718+13:00INVADED<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am working through a renovation concept, and thinking, once again, about how our bodies and the sense of our bodies relates to the spaces we occupy. How can we renovate from the body outward? How can we reoccupy this shell? Everyday we ask the same questions, yet through our work we don't expect to find answers, only trials for different ways of being. There is no answer, only an overlay of options which extend and mould to our sense of our living bodies.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-76894993381268564882013-11-10T17:32:00.001+13:002014-01-20T19:03:06.022+13:00L'AMANT - THINKING ABOUT DURAS<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">"Writing comes like the wind. It’s naked, it’s made of ink, it’s the thing written, and it </span><span style="line-height: 26px;">passes like nothing else passes in life, nothing more, except life itself.”</span></span></blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"> - </span><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Marguerite Duras,</span></span><span style="line-height: 26px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 26px;"><i>W</i></span><span style="line-height: 26px;"><i>riting</i>, the final line.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 26px;">A beautiful </span><span style="line-height: 26px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 26px;">review touching on aspects of solitude in the creation of art on TheLitPub </span><span style="line-height: 26px;"><a href="http://thelitpub.com/on-marguerite-duras-and-writing/">here</a>. </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-79792568995330398782013-11-10T15:14:00.002+13:002013-11-16T17:45:55.551+13:00AT THE FISHHOUSES<div style="background-color: white; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 13px; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">icily free above the stones,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">above the stones and then the world.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you should dip your hand in,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">your wrist would ache immediately,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">as if the water were a transmutation of fire</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">that feeds on stones and burns with a dark grey flame.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">then briny, then surely burn your tongue.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">drawn from the cold hard mouth</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">of the world, derived from the rocky breasts</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">forever, flowing and drawn, and since</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.</span></blockquote>
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/14854473">Caen Library (Bibliothèque Multimédia à Vocation Régionale)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3599775">OMA</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
A competition proposal, simplified and described through video. I do tend to feel that this format lends certain aspects of the project more weight (light, time, context), while seemingly over-simplifying others (form, materiality, 'concept').Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-16124604786444272882013-10-14T17:02:00.000+13:002013-10-14T17:02:00.535+13:00MAPPED<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I can return again and again to this idea of buildings with 'posture'. Something in it resonates. Something in it asks our spaces to be alive, to respond to the external environments, and to age, yet also to hold themselves with awareness, confidence and poise.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-36230015027279737362013-05-16T09:53:00.001+12:002013-05-16T09:53:12.391+12:00IN ROUGE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;">Matthew Allen has written a wonderfully delicate, restrained and thoughtful critique of Herzog and de Meuron's Parrish Art Museum for <a href="http://www.domusweb.it/en/architecture/parrish-art-museum-/">Domus. </a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13035629431860827530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2847036254215551799.post-66207899364823056772013-03-04T22:54:00.002+13:002013-03-04T22:54:33.618+13:00HOLL<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="213" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/57151035?portrait=0&color=ff9933" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="500"></iframe> <br />
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